The Pamhinta Chronicles...
Pamhinta (pah-mhin-tah) highly discreet, forward-thinking metrosexual; high maintenance with a range of grooming products to rival Rustan’s Essences; fashion savvy with a penchant for body-fitting tees and crotch-grabbing pantaloons; perpetually smelling divine; a gym rat who showers lavishly until the Ivory is the size of a booger; rarely speaks the parloric gayspeak (except for the occasional multi-purpose “chorva” and the sisterly “kafatid”)

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Book author Louie Cano is one of my favorite chit chat buddy over the dumb bells and bench press of Fitness First. His latest work "Masculadoll: Mga Sanaysay ng Buhay Bading na di Buking" is his first work that I have ever read. And I must say it brought me to fits of laughter for the past two days.

His colorful and flamboyant account as a muscled gay man dancing on the ledge of Bed Bar, hooking up with different men from the "discreet" to the "rent" boys, breaking his heart with an arrogantly imbecile man, and remembering his juvenile affair with his cute classmate makes me appreciate the rich diversity of life as a gay man through the lens of an irreverent humor.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

I was in the City of Angels to, uhm, celebrate the folding up of my first moleskine, to…er, commemorate the birth of my wisdom tooth, er, uhm, extol my grossed out choice to singlehood. Ain’t convincing, is it?

Dateline: Friday, 4ish AM. I packed up for a road trip with my pink BFF MJ. Garbed in my plaid gray pantaloons lined with snippets of pink and orange (I was reeking bakla from the waist down), a mauve tank and my trusty Chucks. I was gunning at getting ‘lucky’ so I’ve brought an extra tube o’ lube. Hehe.

Friday night, MJ hosted an O party. I thought I’ve already file O under BeenThereDoneThat that it didn’t stir any interest to me anymore, but when I barge on MJ’s door what greeted was a bunch of hotties—all eight of ‘em. No sooner than I can strp, I was serving Jose Cuervo bare toped naked. I burped to my gum’s content.

The morning after, it was time to explore the city’s wares. Nightime, we went to the Fieldstrip when I got a call from R who hooked me up with his Amboy ex, M. Now I am not the type who would partake on someone else’s leftover, but he was Yummy Personified that I just gotta have some. I got some, and ‘some’ was too much of an understatement, M went beyond, way beyond, expectation.

After slambangin’ with Amboy, I went back to Fields to re-align with MJ et al. Next stop was Diamond.